Mastered by her Captor (2 page)

She quivered. The thought that he might order her to do that was both a little alarming... and wildly exciting.

She’d had sex with both Erik and Evan when they’d held her captive, but that had been her fantasy, so it felt under her control. But to give herself over to Erik’s sexual whims... where he might make her have sex with other men... felt overwhelming.

“If you can’t answer that simple question, then we’re done here.” He rose to his feet.

“Wait, no.” She nodded. “I would do that. If you agreed to give us a chance.”

He sat back down, his lips compressing. Then he nodded.

“Personally, I don’t think this is a good idea, but I’ll be frank with you. I told Sylvia I would give you a chance. I won’t, however, make it easy on you. If we go ahead with this, you will give yourself over to the experience completely. I’ll give you two weeks, and during those two weeks you will be totally devoted to me, will do anything...” His eyes blazed. “And I mean
anything
I tell you to do.”

She nodded enthusiastically, joy surging through him that he was giving her a chance, even if it was only for two weeks.

It was two weeks she would have to make
count
.

“Whatever you say.”

A wry smile curled his lips. “That’s a good start.” He picked up a gold pen from his desk and jotted something on a small notepad. “I rather liked having you as my captive, so we’re going to continue with that theme. Instead of just being my submissive, you will be my prisoner. You will realize you are helpless to me and that the only way to earn your freedom is to be my total slave.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I will leave room for you to struggle against my rules at the beginning though.” His gaze glided down her body. “I think I’ll like it if you struggle against me.”

Her eyes widened and a shiver raced down her spine. She wondered if she could really do what he said. He seemed so different now than he had been the last time she’d seen him.

He was so cold and intimidating.

But she had promised herself she’d convince him and she would not give up that victory. She would also not let go of her determination to prove to him that they could be good together. Whatever he had planned for her... whatever he did to try and drive her away... she would persevere.

Because deep down inside, she was sure he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He handed her the small piece of paper he’d been writing on.

“What’s this?” she asked as she took it.

“I’m going to give you the night to think it over. I’ve written down the number where you’ll text me tomorrow morning if you decide to go ahead with it. If you do agree, then my driver will pick you up at noon. Below the number is a list of items. Those are the
only
things you are to bring with you.”

On the paper was a list: bra, garter belt, black stockings, short black dress, shoes...

And a passport.

* * *

At noon the next day, she stood in front of her building, her passport in her hand. It was a bit breezy and she wished she had a dress with a less flirty skirt, because the wind kept lifting her hem. She kept pushing it down in time—though anyone within sight would be able to see her bare thigh above the stockings, as well as the garters—but if the wind blew it up high enough, everyone on the street would get an eyeful.

The list hadn’t included panties.

She’d debated whether the items of clothing he’d listed were supposed to be what she packed or what she wore. She’d decided to play it safe and she’d worn the items and left without a suitcase, or even a purse.

A black car pulled up and the driver, wearing a black suit and hat, got out.

“Are you Ms. Kalie Therion,” the driver asked.

“Yes.”

He opened the back passenger door for her and she got in, careful to hold down her skirt as she sat down.

Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of an elegant stone house and walked to the front door. He knocked and a moment later Erik appeared with his luggage. The driver carried it to the car then opened the door for him. He sank into the seat beside her. A quiver raced through her at his closeness.

The driver closed the trunk after depositing the luggage inside and soon the car glided along the driveway. Erik said nothing during the trip to the airport. Kalie wanted to ask him where they were going, but she remembered his comment about her asking questions.

So she sat quietly.

Once they arrived at the airport, a man put the bags on a cart and within ten minutes they were aboard a private jet.

Erik gestured for her to sit in one of the brown leather seats and he sat down beside her. A steward ensured they were settled in, then left them alone in the cabin. As the plane taxied to the runway, she gazed around in awe at the luxurious surroundings. Dark mahogany and leather. A built in bar. Even a couch along the other side of the plane from the seats they were buckled into.

Once the plane took off, the steward returned with a bottle of wine, stemmed glasses, and a platter of sandwiches and veggies. He then disappeared again.

“Are you hungry?” Erik asked politely.

She’d eaten breakfast just before she’d left the apartment.

“No, thank you. Maybe later.” She had no idea how long their flight would be.

He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then guided her to the couch.

“Sit.”

She sat down.

“Did you dress as I instructed?”

She nodded.

“Show me.”

She wasn’t sure what he wanted. He could see she was wearing a short, black dress and high heels.

He sat down beside her and impatiently grabbed the hem of her dress and flipped it up to her waist.  His gaze locked on her naked pussy. Shivers danced along her spine.

She glanced toward the door where steward had gone. Would he come back in at any moment?

Erik noticed where she was looking.

“Do you want me to call him in here again? He could stroke your pussy while you suck his cock.”

His coarse words grated on her, but at the same time, excited her.

Her dress had a long line of buttons down the front and Erik toyed with the top one. Then his eyes darkened.

“On second thought, I think I’ll keep you all to myself. For now.”

Then he grasped her dress and ripped it open, buttons scattering everywhere.

She sucked in a breath. That was all she had with her to wear. With all the buttons torn away, what would she do when they landed?

He pushed the dress from her arms, letting it fall from her body. Roughly, he tugged her bra upward, releasing her breasts. He covered them with his hands, squeezing and stroking. His thumbs found her nipples and rubbed over them, making them hard with need.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his eyes searing her.

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. He pulled it from her arms and tossed it on the floor. Then his mouth covered one of her nipples and he sucked—hard—making her gasp. Tingles danced through her and then… Oh, God, his fingers stroked between her legs. She could feel the slickness as his fingers pushed into her.

He toyed with her—suckling her nipples and fucking her with deep thrusts of his thick fingers—until she was gasping for air. Then he stood up and unfastened his pants. He pulled out with his long, hard cock.

God, it was every bit as big as she remembered. The shaft was so thick she recalled that her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around him.

And his cockhead…

He presented it to her. It was so large, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten it in her mouth last time.

He coiled his hand in her hair and pulled her to him. His tip bumped against her lips and when she opened, he pushed inside her, stretching her lips wide. It filled her mouth and she was afraid he’d thrust forward.

But he didn’t.

“Suck it,” he instructed.

She sucked on him, running her tongue along the smooth skin below the corona. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and began to stroke. The kid-leather-soft skin glided over the iron-hard muscle beneath.

Still gripping her hair, he moved her head forward and back, pushing his cock in just a little more each time. She squeezed him between her lips as he pulsed into her mouth. His breathing was increasing and she wondered if he was close. She ran her hands over his balls, which were tight to his body, then he erupted inside her with a groan, filling her mouth with hot liquid.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, then tucked it away again, zipping up his pants.

He pulled her to her feet and tugged her to the seats again, then sat her down beside him. She was naked, except for the garter belt, stocking and shoes.

Erik picked up a magazine and started reading.

She had no idea how long the flight was and she’d be sitting here naked the whole time.

Erik’s fingers brushed over her thigh, then drifted between her legs. As his fingers glided over her slick folds, she opened her thighs in invitation.

He teased lightly over her flesh, driving her wild with need. After a few minutes, she found herself arching against him. When she did that, he moved his hand away, resting it on the armrest. She sucked in air, trying to calm her breathing. Once she settled down, his hand glided over her stomach, then between her legs again.

For over an hour, his hand teased her, stroking her sensitive flesh, sometimes teasing her clit… even slipping inside her… But he didn’t take her to release. Whenever she made the mistake of arching against him, because she was desperate for more, he drew away again.

His fingers slipped inside her and he stroked her inner passage. She stifled a moan, assuming he’d deprive her again if she did. His stroking soon turned to gentle thrusts. But just as the pleasure built to a blissful state, he slowed, losing that delightful momentum.

Now his fingers rested inside her, unmoving, as she fought to sit very still, not wanting him to abandon her soft, inner flesh.

But slowly he drew his fingers from her. She squeezed around him, desperately wishing she could hold him inside her.

He slipped free.

“I suggest you sleep. It’s still a long flight ahead.”

“I’m not really tired.”

His eyes hardened. “I said sleep. I want you well rested when we arrive.” He pressed a button and her seat reclined.

She immediately closed her eyes, but as she sat in that comfortable seat, all she could think about was how much she wanted his fingers inside her again.

Or how much she’d love to climb onto his lap and take his big, hard cock inside her, then ride him to heaven.

Finally, she drifted off, with dreams of his big cock filling her again and again.

* * *

Kalie jerked awake as she felt the wheels of the jet touch down. The seat belt was snuggly fastened over her hips and a light wool blanket was covering her body.

When the plane came to a stop, the steward returned.

“We’ve been cleared through Customs and will be deplaning in a few minutes. Is there anything I can get you while you wait?”

Kalie noticed the wine and food he’d brought earlier had been cleared away.

“No, that’ll be all,” Erik said.

Once the man was gone, Erik unfastened her belt and drew the cover from her body. His gaze glided over her mostly naked form, renewing the heat thrumming through her.

He pulled something from his pocket—oval and shiny—and then pressed it between her legs. It slipped into her slick opening.

“It’s a vibrator.” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and flicked his finger across the screen. Then he tapped a couple of times.

She sucked in a breath as the little device inside her buzzed to life.

“I can control it with my phone.” He tapped and the thing stopped.

He stood up and grabbed a bag from the upper compartment, then pulled out a black bikini top and a swath of fabric in a black floral print.

“Put these on.”

She pulled on the skimpy bikini top, then stood up, She realized the black patterned fabric was a sarong, and wrapped it around her waist, then tied it in place. The fabric over her breasts was very thin, clearly revealing the outline of her nipples.

A few minutes later, she was following Erik down the stairs from the plane to the tarmac. Wherever they were, the weather was balmy and she could see palm trees and a clear blue ocean in the distance.

He led her to a car and soon they were driving along a seaside road. The view of the ocean and sandy beaches was breathtaking. Erik ignored her, reading email on his phone.

She wanted to ask where they were, but she wouldn’t. As they drove, the little vibrator inside her sprang to life again. She sank lower in the seat, her insides melting. She wanted to throw back her head and cry out. To beg Erik to make her come. But she was too embarrassed to do any of that in front of the driver. And Erik would probably frown on her showing her need.